Note: Though this story is still not
strictly DuckTalesor Quack Pack, I
will admit, there are some DuckTales references.
Also, to its spin-off Darkwing Duck. I mean, you
know, Daisy was never really mentioned in DuckTales
at all. And the version of Daisy I am using comes mostly from Donald
Duck Presents if you are curious. It came to my attention
that Dumbella is named Della according to one comic version and
Thelma in another. Well, this is my own version, LOL. I based it
from the cartoon Donald's Nephews, and
I admit that I took a creative license on Dumbella Duck's
background. But isn't that half the fun with fanfiction?

Chapter 6

Scene 1: Louie's Bedroom

(Mickey Mouse video played in the
background)

"So, how are old are you Melanie?"
Louie asked.

Melanie, who was memorized by the TV screen,
merely flashed six fingers in the air.

"Six, huh?" he said.

Melanie nodded.

"Where's your father?" Louie asked.

Melanie shrugged her shoulders.

"I so love Mickey!" Melanie shouted.

"So," started Daisy, "Where are
you staying?"

Bella lowered her head. "Well "
Bella said with hesitation. "I spent my last dime on
breakfast this morning. My dear friend Cindy helped Melanie and I
out for Lunch, but she really has to head back home. Donald, I
was wondering "

"Why you " Daisy cried.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Donald shouted.

"I think I'm going see what Melanie
and Louie are doing " Dewey attempts to interrupt.
Another argument was brooding -- Another? When did the other end?
-- And Dewey knew he needed to get away fast.

"Let me guess, you need a place to stay. I
mean, that is the real reason, why you are back." Donald
laughed.

Dewey leaves the room, yet stays within
earshot.

"And I was starting to believe that maybe
you finally cared about the boys."

"I do care about the boys, I always
did!" Bella shouted.

Donald steamed up. His face turned a beaded
red, and he left the room without saying another word.

Daisy gave Bella a nasty look, and then
followed her husband.

Bella cried silently into a couch throw pillow.

* Flash Back *

"Girl, you have to stop and think what
is really important in your life," said a female duck.
"Go home Bella. Find your roots."

"I know, Cindy, I am scared."

"Don't be. You made mistakes in your
life, true. But the last few years, you did well for yourself,
and you can not punish yourself forever. I know it would be easy
as pie for me to help you forever, and believe me I would love
it, but honey you know it is not right," Cindy
preached.

"True."

"Your boys are nearly men now, don't
wait until they are. Melanie deserves a real family."

"I hope my brother agrees."

* End of Flash Back *

"Knock, Knock " said a voice.

"Hey Dewey, come in," called Louie.

Dewey came in.

"I heard some yelling ." Louie
added once Dewey closed the door.

Dewey rolled his eyes. Other than the rolling
eyes, Dewey ignored the question. He turned his attention to the
TV. "Nice choice Melanie, this is a good movie," he
said.

"Are you going to let her stay
Donald?" asked Daisy.

"Of course I am!" Donald shouted.
"What should I do, let them live on the streets? There was a
time I wouldn't care and maybe I shouldn't now but it's
not fair to the little girl and even the boys."

Just then, at the back door, the lock started
to shift. It was Huey, he was back from where ever he was.

"And even the boys, what?" Huey
inquired. "What did I miss I heard some screaming on
the way here, but couldn't make it out?"

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Maybe I should go
get some take out?"

Donald's answer was inaudible.

"Okay, I will pick, and don't worry I have
some money. Your mother is in living room, honey," she said
to Huey. "She will be staying here for a while."

"Thank you Dais," Huey replied.

Daisy nodded, kissed Donald on the forehead,
and left the room.

"I'm going upstairs," Donald
informed.

"Okay, Uncle Donald," Huey responded.
He then went back to the front room.

On the sofa, Bella was still resting on the
pillow. She was no longer crying, yet evidence of past tears was
obvious.

Huey stood there motionlessly for moment. She
seemed so upset, was it wrong to string her along with what would
be a fake olive branch? She was gone for ten years, and
presently, Huey had not intention to let bygones be bygones. Yes,
Huey told himself, You can do this.

"Mom?" Huey called in a fake sincere
tone. "Are you alright?"

Bella sat up a little. "Yeah, I'm glad you
came back. A lot of things happened the last ten years between
the both of us. I know you might not trust me, and why should
you? So, this is why "

Huey opened his mouth, and cut his mother off.

"Hey, we have lots of time for us to
discuss this later. From what I hear, you are staying with us for
a while," Huey stated.

"Maybe longer than that, she told Uncle
Donald and Daisy that she doesn't have anywhere to go."

Louie sighed. "Ah, I see."

"Yup," Dewey sighed.

Louie shook his head. "Well, we can't
allow Melanie to suffer for the sins of our mother. She seems to
be a cute kid."

"I just really, really would like to know
what kept her from us all these years...It just..." Dewey
clenched his fist in frustration. "I mean, 10 years, and she
obviously at least for a while, she had another family that did
not include us." He closed his eyes, tried to hold off his
inner anger.

Louie turned his head; he was trying to ignore
that fact for the moment.

"It is going to be hard for awhile,"
Louie stated.

"But you are right," said Dewey.
"We can not take our anger out on Melanie, it's Melanie,
right?"

Louie nodded. "Yeah," he said with a
slight laugh. "It is Melanie. We talked a bit, though, I
think she has more of a Mickey addiction than we used to."

"You don't say. I mean, maybe compared to
the us of today..." Dewey suggested.

"Maybe," Louie considered. "I
asked her about her father..."

Dewey raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

Louie nodded. "Yeah, she doesn't seem to
know where he is."

"Well, I mean..." Dewey started.
"Mom is here with us, she obviously left him or
something."

Louie nodded. "I thought maybe he was
dead...but no, that doesn't seem to be the case. Maybe he left
mom, like our dad left her?"

"Maybe, but..." Dewey sighed.
"She did not do right by us bro. But, you know what?"

"Yeah?"

"You go tell me the heck you and Huey were
chuckling about earlier about him and Gosalyn Mallard? What the
heck did Huey do that you thought maybe Uncle Donald knew
about?" Dewey demanded.

Louie just laughed. A different subject did
sound good about now. "Well..."

* About an hour later *

Daisy opened the front door. She was carrying
four pizzas: two deluxe, one extra cheese, and one Hawaiian Pizza
(ham and pineapple). She placed three of the pizzas on the
kitchen counter, and took the Hawaiian Pizza upstairs with her.

She came to her bedroom door. She tried to open
it but realized that Donald hooked it shut.